Sooo running? How I long to get out there and pound the pavement and sweat like a beefed up iron man. I long to do anything really active these days. Its official. I won’t be running in the marathon this October, I will be the cheer squad with my two little boys. I can barely walk around the house and before too long I’m complaining about the pain and limping around.
Ambition and determination are great, but the reality is…well, I physically can’t do it now. How long will this last? That’s a question I’ve been asking myself for six weeks now. Six weeks, so far. My new bike is getting dusty in the garage, my Nike pedometer is reminding me of my running goals and my kids are getting loopy as we spend far too much time indoors. My creativity is drying up.
Give it more time. It may take a very long time. That’s what I’ve been told. Meanwhile the responsible party will be sipping champagne and learning french in France. Whom do I send the postcard of my hobbling around like a deteriorated and weathered eighty year old too? I think and it’s just a thought, that Mr. Responsible should run for me, and clean my house, take my kids to the park and chase them around, take long bike rides and go for a good hike. I also think, and it’s just a thought that Mr. Responsible should, well he “should.”